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[sagesweetwater]

[MEDIA][/MEDIA]
Totally sexual altar,
she guards my cargo
from bandits,

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion.

You lie naked, scattered on the
mattress, exhausted from wandering
through my spotlight of fame.

You hear the echoes of my
ancient city where caravans
of veiled women paused to
trade with me, each one of
them guarding my precious
cargo of books, beads, and
feathers, from bandits, on to
the next watering hole
of women.

Stopping to drink from their
wells, gathering sexuality for the
journey, they're all waiting for
me, beckoning me like a distant
star, even the pretty camel driver
of two millenia ago.

I am so thirsty for it, lots of it,
what a relief to have seen you on
the red sandstone ledge, waving to
me after paying your toll.

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion, with you
ancient Petra, with fluent fingers.

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion, reorganized into
cooperative venture.

When I'm thirsty, out of water,
you're a good place to know.

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion, lying naked
on the mattress, cord attached
to your canteen, lowering it into
your hole, filling my mouth
to the brim before I strike out
across the flint-strewn sand.

Come with me and my camel
driver from two millenia ago,
on to the next watering hole
of women.

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion ...


Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
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[PaintedDiary]

Dear Ms Sage Sweetwater,
If I may ask, what was your muse for this piece? It has an ancient feel to me, as if you already knew the camel driver, as if you already knew where your next watering whole of women would be, and etc. The repetative "Chorus lines ("My God, that's me in the corner,that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion), as I like to call them, were not only a smooth transition, but I loved how you craftfully built upon the lines, and added a new thought, a new direction. Then I loved how you went back, not to only revisit the "(laying naked on th matress)", but skillfully added more imagery to that as well. The layering was sweet like Greatgrandmother's baked goodies. The camel driver must have been "real pretty", cause at the end, you said , to join you and your camel driver from two millenia ago! LOL!! Just kidding. What was the meaning behind that phrase, (from two millenia ago)? The imagery was great, especially infusing ancient Petra. This was great! Take Care.

Painted